Chương 322: Tell me quickly, thank you Tiger Head

No matter how Bizzan explained, Speaker Jess and the others remained unmoved.

He's in a terrible state now, like mud dripping down his pants.

Everyone believed that he had known about Roland's special bloodline all along and wanted to take advantage of the Empire's negligence to snatch up the Empire's promising young man.

He narrowed his tiger-like eyes, his voice filled with suppressed, burning anger as he looked at Jess and the others.

"The technology of sublimation crystallization can absolutely not be used as a bargaining chip; you are too greedy!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll halt the trade in sublimated crystals?!"

Bizan's attitude was very firm.

Because his position in the Church of Vulcan was neither high nor low.

He was able to become the parachuted leader of the Imperial branch because his father used his connections to pave the way for him, preparing him to gain experience in a remote area.

If he were to betray the church and its core interests, not only would he himself be implicated, but his father might also be implicated.

Speaker Jess's expression changed as soon as Bizan uttered his threat.

"Lord Bizan, the many conveniences our empire has provided to the Church of Vulcan during this period are all based on the trade of sublimation crystals."

"If you disrupt trade, don't blame us for reuniting with the Steel Church!"

Jess felt that wasn't scary enough, so he added another sentence.

"By the way, I think the Golden Fox royal family's talent is similar to that of the Sublimation Crystal, but without any side effects."

"As long as Roland Kane thrives in the Empire, the Empire will only grow stronger over time."

Bizan's forehead veins throbbed.

madness!

These humans have no idea how advanced the essence of sublimation crystals is.

Enhancing talent is merely the surface; its true effect lies in evolving one's life level, bringing the user closer to the level of a god. How can a cricket compare to the Golden Fox royal family?

The Golden Fox royal family in the Church of Vulcan are nothing more than tools used to help purify the side effects.

Seeing that Bizan remained silent and continued to get angry, the middle-aged beautiful speaker took over from Speaker Jess and began to play the good cop.

"Lord Bizan, if the Church of Vulcan truly needs Roland's bloodline, we can try another approach."

"In ten or twenty years, when the Roland family has grown stronger, our empire can gift you a high-purity golden fox royal, which you can take back and breed."

At this moment, all Bizan wanted to do was spit on the middle-aged beauty's face.

Ten or twenty years?

By the time the little golden fox arrives, Bizan might not even be a bishop in the capital anymore; it's just an empty promise!

……

The negotiations in the private meeting room ended in discord.

Bizan walked out of the parliament hall with a dark expression, without even bringing his wolf-woman secretary with him.

His menacing appearance frightened everyone around him, who all made a wide swoop, fearing that this tiger might attack someone at any moment.

However, a small group of people are not afraid of him.

Roland was standing by the fountain in the venue's garden, smiling as she held a little girl with gray-gold hair, reaching out to pinch the little girl's chubby cheeks.

"Hmm, I didn't expect you to be the first one to come see me, little Alice. I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Waaaaah, I'm so glad you're alright, Sister Roland. Alice thought you were really going to be taken away."

Alice pouted, her big eyes still showing worry, and clung to Roland's clothes, refusing to let go.

Today, she is no longer the pitiful child laborer who worked hard to save money to buy crab burgers for her seriously ill mother.

Dressed in a silk gown, she looked more like a young lady from a noble family. Her long years of study and education had also made her temperament more like Roland's.

At this moment, nestled in Roland's arms, they looked almost like a mother and daughter.

However, as a mother, Roland looked too young, and too... alluring.

"Hahaha, how could I possibly be arrested?"

Roland pinched Alice's nose with a smile, feeling a warmth in her heart.

"Thank you for your concern anyway. We'll go to Wheat Wave Restaurant to celebrate later..."

Roland stopped mid-sentence.

She turned around and found that the sunlight had been blocked, and a tall figure had enveloped her and Alice.

It's a tiger head giving a thumbs up.

Looking at Roland's cheerful smile, Bizan felt the string of reason in his mind trembling, and his hands, hanging at his sides, gradually clenched.

Seeing that things were not going well, the surrounding nobles quickly formed a circle, rubbing their hands together, eager to try their luck.

"Let's fight! Let's fight!"

"Hurry up and hit that dead tiger! This young master has been looking for an opportunity to play the hero and save the damsel in distress."

"I am sure I can win Miss Roland's favor, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, become the president of Roland Group, break through my magic cultivation, and reach the pinnacle of life."

A war nobleman from the border spoke for everyone.

Faced with the allure of the Golden Fox royal bloodline, Bizan's high-level magical cultivation held no fear whatsoever among the empire's nobles.

Even some of the older marquises couldn't help but look at Bizan, as if they were about to make a move.

Although they are old, have been married, and have wives, their sons and daughters are still young and just the right age to pursue Roland.

Bizan looked around at the situation, and no matter how angry he was, he could only swallow his anger and squeeze out a sentence through his teeth.

"very good."

"You sly fox, I must admit you're quite cunning."

"Your method of breaking the deadlock has opened my eyes, but it's nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst. The Empire will not let you go, and you will still become a vixen lying under someone else's crotch."

"hehe."

Roland covered her mouth and let out a teasing laugh.

"Tiger Head, even at this point, you still want to make threats?"

"Instead of wasting your time worrying about yourself, you should."

"After paying such a high price, you didn't even get a single fox hair from me. If I were your boss, I'd be furious."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Look at all these buildings around here."

As Roland spoke, she glanced around the gardens of the parliament building and the magnificent main conference hall in the center, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"Such a magnificent building, and such a large flow of visitors... Without your strong support, our Roland Group would not be as bustling as it is today. You are simply my angel investor."

"Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed by what you're saying."

Roland patted little Alice's bottom in her arms, making the little one face up and give a thumbs-up.

"Little Alice, we should all know how to be grateful. Quickly say thank you to Uncle Tiger Head."

Alice looked at Bizan's unfriendly expression and shrank into Roland's arms a little scared, but still obediently followed Roland's orders and spoke.

"Thank you, Tiger Head!"

"Roland! That's enough!"

Bizan roared and couldn't help but take a step forward.

This action immediately alerted the surrounding nobles, who were ready to play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress.

Fortunately, Bizan didn't take any further action; he just stared at Roland with wide eyes.

After a long silence, seemingly because of Roland's sarcastic words, he thought about what he had done recently.

He turned his head and looked around.

Yes, the parliament hall was built in a week, there was a huge influx of noble guests, and the reputation of the Roland Group.

In addition, the previous food war led Roland to integrate the Old Port District Chamber of Commerce and establish the Old Port District Business Alliance as a front.

It seems that whatever he does becomes fuel for the growth of the Roland Group.

Roland is really weird.

A sense of powerlessness crept into Bizan's heart... He slumped his shoulders and sighed.

This breath seemed to have drained all my energy.

"Roland, what I'm saying is true. The Empire will definitely enslave you. Their methods won't be much better than ours."

Bizan looked down at Roland, who was only chest-high in front of him, and his tone became unusually gentle.

"Come with me, and I guarantee that the Church of Vulcan will provide you with the most comfortable life. Even the gods will favor you, and you will become a being of higher status than me."

"Really, come with me."